Перевод песни Robert Billig – Javert's Suicide

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Who is this man,
what sort of devil is he?
To have me caught in a trap
and choose to let me go free
it was his hour at last
to put a seal on my fate,
wipe out the past and wash me clean off the slate
all it would take was a flick of his knife
vengance was his
and he gave me back my life
Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief
damned if I'll yeld at the end of the chase
I am the law, and the law is not mocked
I'll spit his pitty right back in his face
there is nothing on earth that we share
it is either Valjean or Javert!
How can I now allow this man?
to hold dominon over me
this desprate man whom I have hunted
he gave my life
he gave me freedom
I should of perished by his hand
it was his right
it was my right to die aswell
instead I live
but live in Hell
and my thoughts fly apart
can this man be belived?
shall his sins be forgiven?
shall his crimes be reprived?
And must I now begin to doubt?
who never doubted all these years
my heart is stone and still it trembles
the world I have known
is lost in shadows
is he from Heaven or from Hell
and does he know?
that granting me my live today
this man has killed me
even so
I am reaching, but I fall
and the stars are black and cold
as I stare into the void
of a world that cannot hold
I'll escape now from this world
from the world of Jean Valjean
there is no where I can turn
there is no way to go on!
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